WINTER

Cruel.

I think that’s the only suitable word for the man before me right now.

Because Gosh, how could he demand something so humiliating? My cheeks burned and I practically begged him to just fuck me already, to skip this mortifying display. But Valtor refused.

Instead, he sprawled on the couch across from my bed like it was his throne, thighs spread wide. His eyes raked over me setting every inch of my skin hot as I clutched my nightgown in a death grip.

“Hurry. ...